I found this picture on Twitter (@Nilaija_PR) and I jumped right in. It was supposed to be a poem, I have no idea what I did, but I like it! Here goes- ------ Like Joan of Arc, I was tied to a stake. A tag of a witch on a broom is all it would take to set the mob on edge. Bound like a thief I was allowed my clothes and given grief Then came the debris- paper, some nylons, and kerosine placed deliberately like a chef does food prep at a cusine To my surprise, a joint was stuck in my mouth just before the match was lit and tossed douth direclty beneath my feet, I watched the fire lick up the paper the nylons melting in submission to the flames, I needed no wager to know my time here was almost up. I did the best thing I could at this moment oh yes, I am all for enjoyment! I bent over to reach the flames I might as well enjoy this last high before the angry flames comes for its claim.
Come see life through my eyes!